Hunter x Hunter: The Strongest Zoldyck

Chapter 100 Inch Power... Half-Step Crushing Fist!

"Is this the point?"

Roy carefully examined his own state, and he felt that this was the first time he had truly taken control of his body.

This feeling is hard to describe...

It's as if his body used to be a broken machine with many buttons, but the response was always a beat slow after pressing them, the force was inconsistent, and sometimes there was no response at all.

But now... all the buttons are responsive.

Wherever he wants power to go, power will be there.

Not too much, not too little, not too fast, not too slow.

"Feed..."

...little devil...

'

A dismissive call pulled Roy back to reality from his strange sensations.

Sometime earlier, a tall, slender young man with a narrow jaw and pale face had appeared opposite him.

He wore a dark green robe, which was wide and loose, with a slightly narrow collar that revealed his thin collarbone. The belt was loosely tied around his hips, and as he walked, the hem of the robe brushed the ground silently, like a snake's belly gliding through the grass.

What is most striking about him are his eyes, which are long, narrow, and pointed with dark red irises, like a pair of snake eyes.

"You're that... Zoldyck brat?"

The young man tilted his head, blinked his narrow, vertical pupils, and his neck formed a long arc, with his joints making a faint clicking sound.

"Hmm?...It doesn't look that great."

As he spoke, he raised one hand.

Her hands were almost transparently white, with long, slender, bony fingers and nails painted with dark oil paint, as if coated with a layer of dried blood.

He pinched a strand of black hair that was hanging down beside his face between his index and middle fingers, and slowly twirled it around, his movements lazy and nonchalant.

But his eyes never left Roy.

Those red, vertical pupils coldly and indifferently scrutinized him.

"My name is Morrow..." he introduced himself, his voice still unhurried.

"Shejian Moro, of course you can also call me Lord Moro, I don't mind."

With a soft chuckle, Moro stuck out his tongue.

His tongue tip was very short, like a snake's forked tongue protruding and then retracting.

"I heard you only use one move in a fight?"

Looking down at his slender fingers, Moro raised his head again, his dark red vertical pupils widening slightly.

"Too bad... you probably won't be able to defeat me in one move today."

Hey!

The hem of the robe brushed against the arena floor, making an extremely soft and subtle sound.

Moro slid forward a few steps until he was about five steps away from Roy before stopping.

"On the contrary, you might be defeated by me in one move..."

"

As he spoke, Moro leaned forward slightly, his neck jutting out like a snake poised to strike, closing the distance between them.

That pale face was almost right in front of Roy's eyes, and Roy's white hair and silver-gray eyes were reflected in his slender vertical pupils.

You have injuries.

He sniffed, as if he were smelling something.

"A very serious injury, the body is on the verge of collapse—that's the smell."

He straightened up, and the crack-like smile on his lips deepened even more.

"It smells so good."

Roy stood still, neither retreating nor advancing.

He simply looked calmly at the snake-like man in front of him, his silver-gray eyes showing no fear or disgust, only a cold and indifferent observation.

Want to try that trick?

A cold glint flashed deep in Luo Yi's eyes. He gave the green-robed figure a deep look, his gaze neither warm nor cold, as if he were looking at a package waiting to be opened.

Just then...

"Are you ready?"

After a routine question, the hooded referee, who had come to the center of the ring, had already raised his right hand, ready to strike.

Roy nodded, and the young man in the green robe nodded as well.

After glancing at the two men to confirm their intentions, the referee swung his right hand down sharply!

"Contest!!!"

"start!!!!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a white figure appeared three steps away from the green-robed youth, having already covered a distance of about a hundred paces.

His pupils contracted slightly, but the green-robed youth remained calm as he looked at the suddenly appearing figure. He simply tilted his head slightly.

boom!

A thunderous explosion rang in the green-robed youth's ears, and a small, thin fist grazed past his ear.

"hehe...

'

"The power is good, but it's useless if you can't hit anyone."

With a cold laugh, the green-robed youth's left arm coiled around Roy's right arm like a python, wrapping around Roy's right hand twice with unimaginable flexibility.

Click click.....

He tried to move, but couldn't free his right hand from the other's entangled arm. Roy didn't retaliate, and with only his left hand remaining, he extended his index and middle fingers together.

While making the finger gesture, he also utilized the technique of "point".

Let the power originate from the soles of your feet, travel up your spine, through your shoulders, elbows, and wrists, and finally concentrate precisely on the tip of your left index finger.

"Roy's Secret Technique, First Form..."

'

"Inch power...finger strike!"

With a single finger, the movement was extremely slow and light, like a tender bud just sprouting from a branch, pushed by the wind, drifting towards a wall.

The next second...

Two delicate, white fingers touched the surface of the young man's fist as it slammed down.

"Click!"

The sound of bones cracking rang out.

The green-robed youth's fist froze in mid-air, as if a pause button had been pressed.

In an instant, Moro felt as if his punch had hit a steel nail.

Sharp, cold, hard.....

Those two slender fingers were like steel nails pulled from an ice cellar; they didn't yield, deform, or even tremble, but were firmly nailed to the center of his fist.

The instant their fists met, a sharp, concentrated force exploded from that tiny point of contact, penetrating through everything.

Then... he suddenly lost sensation in the coin-sized area on his fist.

"What?!"

The green-robed youth's dark red vertical pupils narrowed slightly, and he exclaimed in surprise.

He really didn't expect that just one finger would cause his right fist to lose sensation.

It was at this moment that Roy moved again.

He didn't retaliate, he didn't launch a preemptive attack, he simply took a step forward.

step!

The power moves from the heel to the toes, bounces from the toes to the knee, travels from the knee to the hip, and then surges like a wave to the left shoulder, left elbow, left wrist...

Finally... he changed his fingers into a fist, and within a few inches, he unleashed his power once more.

"Inch-force... Half-step collapse!"

Roy barely retracted his left hand; the joints of his wrist, elbow, and shoulder, which had been locked in layers, snapped open again in a fraction of a second. Power surged up from the soles of his feet, rising along his spine once more, and combined with the residual force from the previous wave that had not yet completely dissipated, like two waves crashing into the same reef.

break out!

Boom! ! !

A dull thud, like a fist hitting wet mud, rang out.

The audience in the front row didn't feel a lump in their throats.

The green-robed youth... Shejian.Moro's narrow, dark red vertical pupils suddenly widened.

No, that's not right. It's not magnification, it's dispersion.

Those eyes, which had always been as cold, lazy, and condescending as a snake, lost their focus in that instant.

"Um..

'

With a muffled groan, the green-robed youth seemed to be pulled up from the ground by something, his whole body lightly bouncing back two steps. The hem of his robe dragged two crooked arcs on the ground, and with each step, his knees buckled a little, until his whole body twisted and contorted like a curled shrimp back before finally stopping.

With his hands tightly pressed against his abdomen, Moro's ten long, pale fingers dug into his robes, and his whole body began to tremble violently and uncontrollably as if he had been electrocuted.

Hiss! ... Hiss! ...

A groan escaped his throat.

As he groaned, his hand loosened from his abdomen, and he braced himself on the ground with his fingers spread... He knelt down...

His head was hanging very low, his forehead almost touching the ground, and his shoulders were heaving, like an overloaded engine struggling to breathe.

A drop of clear saliva dripped from the corner of his lowered mouth, leaving a small wet patch on the dark arena.

From the moment Roy threw his punch to the moment Morrow stepped back, bent over, and knelt down, the entire process took only two or three seconds.

But in those two or three seconds, the air in the ring seemed to have been sucked out, so quiet that you could hear the faint hissing sounds coming from Morrow's throat.

Roy withdrew his fist and stood still.

He did not pursue them.

His silver-gray eyes calmly looked at Moro kneeling before him, without pride or pity, only a subtle light in them.

That wasn't excitement.

It's for verification!

It was astonishment that he could actually execute the moves he had imagined!

This road actually works...

In the Hunter world, it's actually possible to recreate some of the skills of martial artists from previous lives.

Those moves he envisioned.